Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.